The Siege of Commenor [TSE/CSA]

[Marina DeVoe]

Location: Planet side upon initial entry
Equipment: Mariner IV
Allies: CSA and anyone willing to help civillians
Enemies: The vermin...sith is just too nice a word for them.
Tagging: Adorable looking kitty, I think. [member="Micah"] ?
Post: 2


Smoke...


...where there is smoke...

fire.
And fire seemed to be scattered below in pockets both random and what looked like concentrated attacks, as she nosed her ship closer for a better visual, despite her ship's sensors had them rendered both up in her HUD and monitors.

be de beep be.. her droid had moved forward, now connecting itself directly to the mainframe of the ship's dataport. It had ceased trying to fight her as they were already planet side.
This which should have been a relief to Marina, actually got her

The Mariner IV which had dropped below cloud cover was currently cruising at mach-2 despite it's rather odd non-streamlined hull. But it had been built for speed and it's projected shields were arranged to project a complimentary forward bow breaker, if one were to describe it in that manner. This made the rather blunt shaped nose of the Mariner IV insignificant as the shield for the most part shaped what was to be the airfoil that enabled it to slice through atmospheres at ultrasonic speeds if so pushed. But mach -2 was fast enough at the moment, not to make like she were a fluttering butterfly in the midst of a war zone. And it were slow enough for her to visually make out the surface devastation of what were most likely remote homes and communities...all seemingly burning or smoking in this region of Commenor.
What had transpired below had passed. Marina was cruising above the aftermath.

Be de beep beep.. her droid reported what her eyes were baring witness to; no life readings were being picked up.

"I'm making a few more passes....dig deeper...
..deeper TK.." She wavered in her voice, as her ship passed over the destruction she had happened on.

Sure, Commenor was full of such communities and even had towns and villages spread throughout much of its rural areas...and then there were the cities and capital. Those, the cities and capital, Marina knew were still under siege and engaged in full scale battles. She could do little there, except be in the way. But she would near those hot zones nevertheless as there would be many refugees fleeing from the cities and capitol.
Right now, she had dropped upon the rural southern region of Commenor...very much close to Juniper Canyon that she had once spent quite an interesting adventure with [member="Lady Kay"] .
But that had been some time ago...even before the Ember crisis. For the most part, it had been quite a while since she had visited Commenor, or had seen Cessy, whom she called Lady kay. They had become friends, despite their personal obligations that kept them from visiting one another.

De be de beep... her droid cautioned her to keep her attention at hand...she seemed to be drifting in thoughts.

"Sigh...I'm fine, TK....
...anything yet?" She then asked looking up at the HUD display that gave her some of the more pertinent data filtered from her sensor arrays.

"Do do...it stated, bringing up a few distant vessels that her ship had picked up and had been monitoring. Marina had been making standard maneuvering search patterns over the current terrain and occasionally would near the distant ships which were most likely engaged with one another as their patters suggested. But they were quite a distance away...more north, as that was where the cities and capitol was...or were, if they had already fallen.
"Yea...I see them...
Don't know who's who at this distance...sigh...." She shook her head. It meant someone, even perhaps one of the vermins could die in such dog-fights. Being a pacifist, she could very well dislike someone or some factions to the point of disgust; but they were still undeserving of her wishing them dead. So it were the weakness of her kind. All life mattered..even that of vermin...the sith.

Be de beep be...it toned in more loudly. It had picked up what appeared to be a corvette size craft...still unidentified as it's frequency modulation was not in the Mariner's, nor TK's data files.

"You sure?...
Shoot..." She had to assume it were not allied but a possible aggressor, since it's identity was unknown and not in her database. And she had quite an extensive data base.

"Ok...what is that?..." She focused on a detail on her HUD that had automatically been tagged in red and flashing.
"What's those things?....
TK WHAT ARE THOSE?!" She called out for it to identify what was obviously bee lining for them.
Those... those smaller bleeps coming from it" marina could very well decipher what her ship was picking up. And although still at a distance, it could very well intercept them in less than a few blinks.

Do doo boop..it deciphered their size and shape to be small fighters..not missiles.

Still, it immediately charged up the Mariner IV's booster capacitors for a possible instant thrust burn.

"Hold on the boosters...we've not been locked on yet...it could still be friendly. Commenor got allies here from abroad. We're not the only friends this system's got.."
And as thus, Marina broke off her search pattern and veered off enough to keep her tail at a parallel trajectory course of the oncoming vessels...but not having it directly in it's line of fire. She had after all been quite extensively trained by her father in evasive maneuvers. It had been one of the conditions of her house allowing her her own ship.

be de beep be de beep...it protested nevertheless, suggesting they book.

"We're here to help people... means we have to find them first. If any have had time to flee or get underground before the attack..then we're not book'n till its necessary to book.."

The two smaller beeps which had spawned from the larger vessel were way ahead of it and closing. Marina adjusted her thrusters to slightly keep ahead of the two smaller ships, but without seemingly looking like she was fleeing. Her intention were not to flee on every encounter, yet. Not when there were allies planet side. The vessel and it's two off-springs could very well be a common ally....or so she had her hopes on.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The image of Kay and her son fizzled away as the communication channel was cut, leaving an amused Emperor and a battered Veiere to stare at the empty space before the holographic image of the battlefield rushed up to replace it. Carnifex stood there for a moment, silently mulling over his options before he clasped both hands behind his back and turned to face the kneeling former King. "And that, my dear friend, is exactly what I am counting on."

He pressed another button on the console, this time opening up a direct line to a younger gentleman dressed in a black flight suit with his helmet held in the crook of his arm. The young man stood to attention, saluting his Emperor with a closed fist pounding against his chest twice in quick succession, "Your Excellency, I live to serve your command!" The man's enthusiasm and zeal was a product of the Empire's expansive efforts to twist the youth of their member-worlds into loyal servants, and this man was a prime example of its success. "Captain Cano, the time has come. The Queen has made her peace with the lives of her people, you and your bombers may begin your operation."

Another salute and the transmission was cut.

Captain Cano would affix his flight helmet over his head, sealing it into place as he and his crew boarded their Ajunta-class StarFortress which would be launched from the Behemoth's hangar in orbit. Their payload was comprised of broadcap bombs, which were powerful warheads capable of penetrating several meters below the planetary surface before detonating with enough force to level several city blocks. The Captain had his orders to target the other cities on Commenor, the ones not being assaulted by the main army at Chasin City, and uproot them square meter by square meter with powerful explosives. Several squadrons of them would emerge from the Behemoth's ventral bays and begin their approach to the first of the cities, Anteluma, under fighter escort.

"A reed that is unyielding and unbending breaks when a powerful gale sweeps through the lowlands, Arenais. Let us see just how rigid your Queen is until she too is broken by this gale."

The Emperor's gaze slowly moved on to the man who had spoken up, the Prime Minister of Denon who had aided and abetted the Empire's intrusion into CSA space to spare himself a similar fate; as had many former CSA allies in the region. His words brought the faintest of a smile to the Emperor's lips, as did all things that unfolded according to the Emperor's designs. "Excellent, Prime Minister. Supreme Admiral Croscal in on stand-by to engage. He will dispose of these insects."

[member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Caedyn Arenais"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Ronan Vizsla"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Baron Morcus"] | [member="Macharius Solaire"]​

 

[Ithnan Cryo]

Location: Tunnel Silo entrance (City Outskirts)
Enemies: CSA and Allies
Allies: TSE and Allies, [member="Vallory"]


Ithnan squinted at the troopers coming over the hill as the feeling of the dark side grew closer. Of all of the new arrivals, it was clear who it was radiating from them. He inspected the women, nothing standing out at all besides her obvious exhaustion. Ithnan had no clue as to what they had been through so he wasn't going to judge her too harshly but it was still a rather pitiful sight. Waving the two front guards away he walked toward the sergeant of their "reinforcements". This would put them up to ten, still a rather dull number for the defenses that would probably be setting itself up.

"Where is your commanding officer?" The sergeant carried a stern demanding voice.

"Dead, we are all that remains. This lift here should lead us into the tunnels systems and into the city."

"Check your weapons and get ready to head in then. We'll be moving out swiftly before they can set up an ambush or collapse the tunnel itself." The officer walked past him to inspect the lift and the weapons cache they had aqusitioned. Ithnan didn't let the orders get to him as it was exactly what he wanted to do anyway.


With little urgency, he walked over to what he knew was a Sith from their saber and knelt down in front of her " Are you injured? If not then you should catch your breath and move. Your skills will be needed if things get rough." It was a simple message to shape the hell up and get a move on as the longer they werent inside the city the less chance he had of finding good loot or fame. Radio reports of Jedi were spreading farther and farther apart telling him that a chance for a proper duel was thinning. He stood back up, sighing a bit as the sound of booming artillery fire had lost its luster and now sounded like the natural order for the city.

"Get a move on now! We're rolling out. Four of you will stay here,the sith come with me and the rest." The seargenat barked, stepping onto the large metal lift.

Ithnan nodded and followed suit, stepping on behind a few soldiers just in case they were immediately fired upon. A meat shield was great, an armored meatshield was even better. Yes, he could deflect blaster fire but he couldn't be sure whatever was coming their way would fall into that category.

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

LOCATION: TSE Ground Base Camp
ALLIES: [member="Belphaegor"] | [member="Enyo Typhos"] | [member="Khonsu Amon"] | [member="Sebastian Thel"] | [member="Heca Foliou"]
ENEMIES: CSA | SJO
OBJECTIVE: Disable generators.

Section 13 would be a boon in their approach to the generators. The Sith Empire made distinctions between itself and the One Sith of old - good distinctions - in many areas but their troopers were perhaps a stand-out for Matsu. She could remember wars with the One, on Kashyyyk especially. Oh they’d been a machine, careless of the bones that ground through their gears. And this new Empire was a machine too but...well-oiled. It suited her tastes.

Remember, it’s better to be quick and efficient and make your point where it hurts the most.
Burning it all down is lazy and pedestrian. And besides, there’s nothing for you to take for yourself after.

This particular group of troopers, trained by herself and Six-O, were the furthest from troopers of old that could be imagined. They didn’t miss.

She looked up to the doorway at the sound of a group approaching and for a moment - just a moment - she started, fingers gripping so hard at the table that anyone looking after would find dents where she’d been standing. What else was she supposed to do when presented with the face of her oldest enemy?

But it was only for a second. The face was the same, but not the bearing, and having long been familiar with both she could spot the difference - even without, of course, the escort of HRD’s and lizard-men. Strange then, to feel the smile that pulled at the corners of her mouth after the last few weeks. “Enyo…” She nodded in greeting, gesturing to an open spot at the table should she want a closer look. “I’m glad to see you. It will be good to have you with us.” It had been years, and there was much to catch up on - but all parties involved would most likely value business first.

And then another newcomer. She’d seen the Sun Guard before, was familiar with their exploits in other theatres along with the Empire. The one in front of her was...steaming, she thought - a passive taste of mentalism that she used without thinking to assess strangers. It only scratched the surface, didn’t dig or search. But it usually gave her an idea. Anger, recently felt but pushed to the side for a more immediate goal. Hmm…

“Welcome Legate, glad to have you with us as well. I am Matsu Xiangu,” she said by way of introduction. No titles, no rank. Herself, the girl in the cardboard box on the streets all grown up in to something new. “And this is my apprentice, Belphaegor.”

No hint of the poison that seethed between herself and her apprentice spilled through her demeanor, unlike Bel himself who was a stormcloud next to her.

As information flowed from the Saaraishash agent, Matsu nodded in satisfaction. Yes, she thought she would speak with the Darth about this one. An underground approach had not originally been in the cards but part of war was improvisation, and they’d dedicated themselves to this planet for the long-term. She watched as her apprentice pointed out the turmoil around the western trenches, stuffing down treacherous pride for his attention as Thel dispatched aerial droids for support.

“Alright,” she said, a plan settling before them. “Myself, Belphaegor, and Legate Amon along with his Sun Guard and our Section 13 troopers will move on the generators. There will be significant resistance, I’m sure, and close-quarters in the sewers.

Enyo, clearly we’re experiencing pushback and I don’t want to leave this place without oversight. If you’d defend base camp with your company, I’m sure you’ll give them something to think twice about…” There was a small smirk there. She knew what droids were capable of. “More than likely if we’re successful in disabling the generators, the shield will not go down immediately. We’ll make our way back to assist in the trenches until their stored battery power is depleted. It may be a while depending on their technology, but we agreed to the long haul on this one.”

Pushing off the table and walking towards the Saaraishash, his hands flying over readouts and intel, she put a metal hand on his shoulder. Light, not a distraction, but enough to feel the light push of mentalism she offered (clarity, determined focus, calm). “Agent Thel, I’ll need you to keep us all in contact and get us the information we’ll need. We’ll need guidance through the sewer systems and anything else you can get us, and Enyo will need to be get appraised of our situation, and us of hers. It will be a challenge, but I heard your organization likes those. The first thing I need is for you to inform General [member="Kor Vexen"] of our plans and send him everything you’ve found. We’ll take the two easternmost generators if he can focus on the two westernmost."

Moving off, she turned back to the table where everyone was gathered. “Unless there’s any questions or suggestions...let’s get started."

 

[Eugen Aker]

Location: Silver Embassy (Palace District) > Shield Generators
Objective: Protect the Shield Generators
Allies: CSA and Friends
Opposition: TSE
Directly Engaging: [member="Kor Vexen"] and whoever else comes for the shield generators we're guarding.

Now in the speeder on her way to the shield generators, Jyoti leaned back into her seat and closed her eyes, nursing a sheathed sword against the shoulder. She imagined this small bit of respite would be all she would be allowed for a while.

Jarael asked her if they could win - really, if they were going to survive - emanating with fear all the while. Upon closer inspection, she could feel Jarael’s heart full of conflict from past struggles. This was a woman who had led a hard life.

“I won’t lie to you, we face quite the challenge. The Sith have managed to establish a firm foothold planetside, and Chasin is surrounded. However, the defenses of the Commenori on the ground is strong. The Sith don’t have the logistics to maintain a sustained assault, so if we can hold, then we can make it. We also have a strike team on the way, which will help.”

She opened her eyes, now looking at Jarael with a tight smile, touching the Arkanian’s shoulder to instill her with confidence.

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Charlie asked a question about their final destination, which made her smile fade. She had thought she had told her apprentice beforehand.

“We’re heading to one of shield generator stations to defend it against attacks...they're the only thing keeping the city from being glassed.”

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At the edges of her mind, she could feel the beginnings of some kind of intrusion. Battle Meditation. She resisted the connection and [SIZE=11pt]backtraced[/SIZE] the source.

It was coming from Josh, cruising alongside her speeder on his bike. She trusted him a lot more than others, but would still refuse his BM. The Echani carried many secrets in her head that she wanted few if any to know, which is why she usually refrained from engaging in any sort of melding. Still, great for anyone else who accepted his gift. Alerted to his power, she could now perceive it like an ever-growing web, linking the minds Silvers and Commenori alike to boost morale and coordination, something the defenders needed dearly at this important juncture.

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A few minutes later, and they were at the station for the power generators. The area was already swarming with soldiers and their vehicles, busy erecting barricades in and around the station’s block.

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“Look sharp, it’s showtime people.”

She hopped out of the [SIZE=11pt]airspeeder[/SIZE] for the main entrance of the station, sword in one hand, and helmet in the other. The Commenori had already been notified of the Silvers’ arrival ahead of time, so she only had to go through a quick check in before she was brought to an officer in the lobby. A thin middle-aged man with salt a pepper hair and a severe expression.

“General Nooran,” he greeted with a nod. “I’m Colonel Califf. We’ve been expecting you.”

“It’s a pleasure. There aren’t many of us at the moment, but I think we can help.”

“Some Jedi are better than no Jedi,” he replied with a small chuckle. “We also have some Forcers of our own.”

“We’ll definitely need them. Where do you need us?”

“Well, the shield is holding [SIZE=11pt]for[/SIZE] now, so we’re good on the surface I think. Our most vulnerable spot would be anything coming from underground. Reports from the front mention the Sithties busting out all sorts of contraptions to get under the city. Now we got motion sensors down in the tunnels and sewers, and emplacements being set up in a block radius, but we could stand to use some more muscle down there. Then I wouldn’t mind having a few of you in the main room for the generators.”

She looked away from Califf for several moments, closing her eyes in concentration. Shatterpoints bloomed all underneath her, confirming the Colonel’s concerns. Farther out she could feel even bigger ones, but she limited her focus to the station. She had one job here and would trust her allies to take care of the rest.

She opened her eyes and looked back on him, nodding. “We should be able to manage that much. Do you mind if I hang out in the command center in the meantime? I have a strike team on the way, and need to finish coordinating with them?”

“Sure, I need to get back to business myself. Thank you, General. Just have the rest of your people come to the lobby, then Captain Thule will get them sorted out on where to go.”

He stepped away, Jyoti noting how he walked with a small limp, then she turned back on the Jedi and Rangers gathering before her.

“[SIZE=11pt]Iakchi, Saka, Jarael, and Charlie, I want [/SIZE]you to head underground with two squads and set up up the Casper pods we brought from the Embassy. Those will be useful in case we catch any Sith playing Spelunky. Josh and Asaraa, take the rest of the Rangers to the generator room. For now you will be our last line until the strike team gets here.”

She remained in place to answer any questions, but she was getting antsy. All around her, she could feel the Sith and their ilk closing in on the city.

[SIZE=11pt]No matter what what obstacles were thrown up, sooner or later her sword would be put to work.[/SIZE]
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[member="Charlie Nooran"] [member="Iakchi"] [member="Saka Amara"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Jarael Belaerys"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay held her breath as [member="Darth Prazutis"] greeted her with the voice that had not been heard by her ears for a long time, except for in her nightmares. She remained perfectly still, her hand still gripping the hilt of her lightsaber behind her back. How was it that he could see her? Did he sense her? Did they share some kind of bond? Years ago he had abushed her in the Twin Canyons, having somehow discovered her Force Sensitivity and tracking her down as though she had been hiding from him, when in truth, she had never even heard of him.

Her jaw clenched as he spoke of her belonging to him, and she slowly shook her head. Now she had regretted uttering the words of him being her eternal Master when she was held captive by him and broken. But Kay had lost all hope back then, a hope that had since been renewed.

He slowly paced around her, his words taunting her as he claimed to have been watching her every movement and listening. That made her skin crawl, making it feel as though she had something clinging to her that she couldn't get off. And that something was the truth. As much as she hated to admit it, there was some truth to his words.

As the guards left the catacombs, Kay slowly unclipped her lightsaber. Prazutis had let down his cloak, clearly indicating that he was planning on striking out at her, so she had to be ready for it. The fact that his eyes never left her, despite her cloaking device was very unnerving.

The memories of that fateful night when the Council was brought down came to the surface as he described it. Their begging for their lives and her ending them was one thing, but it was the three Elders that hurt her the most. They didn't resist as she crushed their hearts with the Force, their words only spouting their disappointment in her. They accepted their fate while she kept refusing to accept hers, kept looking for some way out.

But sometimes there wasn't one.

His lightsaber was brought to life and Kay was compelled to stepping away, moving out of it's reach. What surprised her was the cigar. She caught it in her free hand, the cigar being the only thing to indicate her location. She looked to the crest and then threw it to the ground as the betrayal sunk in. "Mythos...no..." So that was why he had returned. It wasn't to help her, it was to help the Sith Empire. And through their friendship she had let him do it.

Her eyes darted to Prazutis as he threatened to kill her family. Decades ago she had lost her first husband, killed by a Sith Lord after she refused to be held under his boot. Was history now repeating itself? [member="Darth Carnifex"] held [member="Veiere Arenais"] captive, yet she had high hopes that her estranged husband would somehow be able to get free and attack his captors.

Prazutis had every means to bring her to heel, but she couldn't let him. She had to beat him. There was no other way.

The Force push knocked her backwards, but not off her feet, all thanks to the light armour that she wore. She ignited her lightsaber and caught his strike, the two colours of crimson and light blue illuminating the tunnel that she was pushed into. "Your words are poison!
And you are not my Master any longer!! Get off my world!!!" Kay bright her free hand up, forming a 'gun' with her fingers and thumb, then pulling the imaginary trigger. The signals from the nerves in her hand activated her bracer blaster and a barrage of blaster fire erupted from the top of her hand towards the Sith Lord. Of course she knew his armour could protect him. She was just looking for the element of surprise. And once she had it, Kay turned on her heel and ran down the tunnel, shutting off her lightsaber as she went. If she could run fast enough, she might be able to lose him. At least the close quarters of the tunnels might make it a bit difficult for one of his height to fight properly.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Darben Skirae"]

She put her daughter inside, however she herself did not get in and instead held onto the side drawing a blaster pistol, she looked around as they started moving and that ever feeling of darkness and death took over her sense...for her it wasn't something that would make her sick instead it was like a sweet sweet addicting candy, tempting and just kept getting better would each taste she got. She took a breath and sighed.

Meanwhile brigh would look like she was getting a little sick from the waves of dark side energy crashing into her, she moved closer to her father grabbed his arm as she looked out

Stardust started feeling someone coming closer...within the tunnels...she held her hand up for the speeder to stop a moment and jumped off her armor clanking a bit, she moved forward and stood waiting and looking

 

[Warchief Waddles]

Location: Senate Halls
Equipment: See Sig
Enemies: [member="Mythos"] The Sith Empire

Aten’s retaliatory strike had been a devastating one, while Mythos may have been able to protect a few of his soldiers with his body there were others who lay about clutching their stomachs, legs and other appendages unable to move, their bodies wracked with pain from the slugs penetrating their body. There were no deaths as of yet if they acquired medical attention there was a high chance they’d all live. Eyes glancing around as he rose Aten noticed the admirable trait in Mythos. Not many Sith truly cared for those under their command, Mythos had placed his own life on the line in order to protect them. One right, however, didn’t correct a sea of wrongs.

Rising from his kneeling position Aten noticed what few soldiers were able to begin moving. It would take them a while to get into proper positions after being knocked down by Mythos, giving the Jedi a small bit of time to engage their master. The one who’d sided with the Sith betrayed those who trusted him. Had given into despair and rage. It was a sad sight, Aten centering himself in the force he stood facing the Sith.

With a burst of speed that seemed unnatural Mythos was propelled at Aten, the Jedi standing his ground. Taking note of the weapons that Mythos carried, how he wielded them. Taking note of his armor's capabilities in terms of handling damage. The fact that he’d been able to take the slugthrower rounds said enough. The Sith was upon the Morellian the ax coming in low at Aten’s left ankle, the blade held in what seemed an awkward position. The words of the Sith fell upon Aten doing nothing to shake the Jedi, he’d realized it long ago. Aten loved the thrill of battle, death… Not so much. The Jedi refrained from killing, even the NSF soldiers that he’d maimed were still alive though they probably wished they were dead.

Left foot stepping down, the toes pointing to the right. Aten’s right leg bracing itself and pointing in the same direction it turned the Jedi’s body making him a much smaller target. The ax missing, as his face turned with his body the Rudis blade shot through the air where Aten’s face had once been. A single movement, smooth, swift, efficient. Not a single breath wasted with pointless talk. This was the way of Soresu, a true defensive form, simply applied to Hand to Hand. To not waste energy with pointless movements but do just enough.

In that instant, the blade passed by Aten did not give the Sith enough time to recover. His left arm raised to grab at the wrist the Sith’s wrist, his right arm coming up and lashing out with an open-palmed strike at the elbow. How easy a bone it was to break when the right amount of pressure was put upon it. The servos within Aten’s right arm whirred as the unnaturally strong cybernetics palm moved to shatter Mythos’ elbow.

 

[Darben Skirae]

Darben Skirae looked to [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] as she held onto the side of the speeder. He held her daughters close to him, and Brigh clutched onto his arm. He couldn't feel what she was feeling, lacking the sensitivity in the force. "It'll be okay, Brigh. Your mother and I are here, as is Renla. We'll keep you safe." He looked to Renla on his opposite side, and whispered, "If anything happens, you keep her close. Never out of your site, got it?" She nodded, the same look of fear.

Then it was his turn to worry as Stardust signaled for them to stop. "Star? Star why are we stopping? Is something ahead?"

 

[WolfMortum]

Status: Prisoner to the Dark Lord of the Sith.​

Location: Commenor, Observation Platform overlooking the Siege.​

Objective: Survive. Get Free. Fight Back.​

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[member="Macharius Solaire"] had been a member of the Systems Alliance, the Prime Minister of Denon yet now a turncoat for the Sith Emperor; Given Veiere's personal experience and his awareness now over the state of the Commenori Territories, he couldn't be entirely blamed. How long, however, had he been a traitor to the Enemy?

The would-be King of Commenor didn't speak up in response to the man's cooperation with the Sith, his breath left him though in sighing fashion rather than the form of words that most might cast upon a heated tongue for the Minister's indiscretions. Veiere himself had been guilty of similar circumstance, his being misled to the Dark Side of the Force encouraging his influence over others to lead a Skirmish upon the very same City the Sith now occupied in Siege, during a time where he had been incarcerated for crimes against the Jedi Order. Just how far had his influence spread during those times...-Was he to blame for this man's disloyalty too, or was it simply a need to survive. Honestly, Veiere hoped for the latter. No one could be blamed for wanting to live.

[member="Darth Carnifex"]'s attention turned to that of this Captain Cano, a man dressed in the attire fit for an Imperial Pilot. Veiere knew the composure well, though he turned to spare a glance over his shoulder to those keeping watch over him. [member="Koda Fett"], [member="Ronan Vizsla"] and [member="Atlas Kane"]...-Two Mandalorians and the looks of another Sith. What Veiere would give to get his hands on his Lightsabers once more; the Sith Emperor was so confident that he'd not restricted Veiere at all from his connection and control over the Force, yet that alone still held the odds weighing heavily against him. Time was moving on, the situation becoming desperate as the Dark Lord of the Sith now ordered his Bombers to begin whatever procedure they'd in store for the World of Commenor.

They were not without their own military force however, Veiere could not stop the downpour of munitions but hopefully they still had a fighting chance. During his time in leadership, Kay had been the politician where as Veiere had been the sword. He had commissioned and built up an army for the CSA. The 191st CloneTrooper Infantry and their Armored Division, The Droid Army of Cato Neimoidia, The Commenor Regulars and the Fringe Unit. Veiere had to hope that even their basic Infantry were out there giving hope to their People. Overhead, The Guardian EX Mark I could be heard taking pot-shots at the Sith Armada, yet Orbit was littered with the Sith Fleet that hope was the only thing they had...

"For every Innocent you kill today, another will take up arms against your people, Carnifex..." Veiere responded to the Dark Lords goading him, perhaps out of desperate sentiment though the Systems Alliance's neutrality was well and truly dead now. Those that survived, would incite rebellion and war against the Sith. "The Alliance may be gone and you may silence Commenor but the Galaxy will hear of this and one day it will all come around...-This War between our kind has been being waged for generations..." Veiere spoke now not of Commenor but of the battle between the Jedi and the Sith, the Light and the Darkness, Democracy and Oppression.

Spoiler: Tags

[member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] | [member="Ayessa Kroan"] | [member="Lauri Törni"] | [member="Darian Helsic"] | [member="Vestille Thumahra"] | [member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Iakchi"] | [member="Beth Australis-Mantis"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Baron Morcus"] | [member="Vanessa Vantai"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Kor Vexen"] | [member="Jairdain"] | [member="Aten Ramses"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Tom Taff"] | [member="Darth Scuros"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Belphaegor"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Macharius Solaire"] | [member="Khonsu Amon"] | [member="Vallory"]

(Sorry if I missed anyone!)

 

[Ayessa Kroan]

Commenor, Chasin City, Some Marketplace, Undetermined Time
Escaping Chasin City via Back Streets | Assisting Commenor Systems Alliance | Combating The Sith Empire | Interacting with [member="Rook Lokar"] ~ Run Boy Run
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Enemy fighters screamed overhead. Sure, some distance away, but the sound was hauntingly familiar and Ayessa ducked her head nonetheless to avoid their perceived sight-lines. Like their pilots would notice the one wolf among sheep. The scared thongs of people she had been temporarily travelling with were starting to break off into various designated shelters, clutching belongings that they could carry in their arms and pulling along relatives to keep family units together. She didn't have that luxury, of being guided to shelter -- Large buildings loomed overhead and she was intent on reaching them before something else went wrong.

So like she'd always done, Ayessa led herself on. Travelling with a thinning pack was no longer viable in terms of cover, so she let her senses guide her, ducking into a nearby space between two buildings. Despite her current companion being only a communicator-call away, a sense of solitude washed over her mind. Now, now she was on her own. It was menacing.

In a desire to shake the feeling, she raised her comlink again and keyed it, ducking around a back alley with intent in her motions, "Rook, where exactly are you? I'm getting close." Eyes turned upwards after her message was relayed -- The shield could hold out, but only for so long. And as long as it held, she doubted their ship could leave, if it wasn't letting high-powered weaponry in, it probably wasn't going to let a small YT-1500 out.

So their escape was entirely dependant on this city falling to Sith.

Great.

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R2-C4 | Lightsaber (Concealed, detectable by FS/FU)

 

[The Lurking Presence]

The terror of the Western Trenchline was unspeakable; the Artillery of the Commenori 123d walloping the ground with reverberant BANGS that heaved soil and rock dozens of meters in to the vaporous night sky. Torrential, and constant, the rain of Shells fell. Disuniting the men and women of the Imperial 275th Marines as they swarmed about, trying to distance themselves to lessen the growing list of wounded and dead. Curled up and as small as they could contort their bodies; they huddled in their meager Trenches, in Blast Craters and depthless Ditches. Reclined in greasy mud, or half submerged in knee deep water - it didn't matter.

Even the most insignificant dimple upon the ground, provided a greater peace of mind than none at all.

With increasing acceleration, more and more ordnance hounded the Imperial Line. Intensity growing with every volley; cherished friends, close allies, beloved brothers and sisters of War vanished from existence. Bodies peeled open in displays of gut-wrenching gore as shrapnel blossomed through spraying red wounds. Others merely disintegrating beneath a bloom of glowing sparks, or transformed to a floating mist that hung momentarily in the air as crimson clouds.

"Three minutes, " a voice quite suddenly spoke in to Jonath Ryver's left ear, a hand gripping his shoulder with reassuring pressure.

Returning an affirmative nod, the 18 year old glanced down the Commenor Trench as the message meandered on across it's entirety. Thus far, this section of the Chasin City Fortifications had remained relatively sheltered; fostered at one end by Rock Point Bay and the long-range guns of the 123d, passively defended from Sith Artillery in large part due to the bend of the Shield that cradled the City Proper.

Up until this point, the One-Nine had remained fresh. Only sparingly applying pressure upon this otherworldly inferno that The Sith Empire had unleashed upon their Bastion of Peace and Beauty while their own Artillery handled the early burden. But that was all about to change.

"How'd I know you'd be sat out here writing! " A familar pitch quickly spoke up through the thunder of Artillery that resounded across the sky.

"Myles, what the feth are you doing here?! " Jonath spoke up, shoving a notepad and pen in to a breast pocket under his Jacket. "You gotta get back to your Unit! "

"Nah, kark it! " Replied Myles Kohner, wrestling his way through the Trench to stand beside his best friend. "The way I figure it, " the young man continued, mud and soot smeared across his face. "Rather have you watching my back. "

It was a very laconic declaration, needing no deeper exchange than that between the two; as Jonath gathered his Rifle from where it had rested beside him in the Trench, he felt Myles carefully palm the back of his helmet. They loved Commenor, had spent their whole lives here; thick as thieves, and here now, they would fight to the death for it - for each other.

Down the entire Trenchline, Ladders were leaned against the Earthen walls, the Officers of the One-Nine ascending the rungs half-way as they frequently glanced towards wrist strapped Chronometers: 40 seconds.

They elevated, nearly in unison, whistles to their lips.

30 seconds.

The men and women of The Fist of the Three carefully positioned themselves nearest their respective climbing points.

10 seconds. . .

The unflinching bombardment of the Imperial area suddenly drew to a complete halt. Silence filled Jonath's ears, his hands were trembling, his knuckles white as he grasped his weapon. Overhead a series of flares abruptly curved, providing a sickly, pale green, luminescence across No-Man's Land.

"C--catch you on the other side? " He quickly asked, head turning so his gaze could extend over his shoulder.

"I'm right behind you, " Myles replied, giving a solid nod and charming smirk. "The whole way. "

From hundreds of whistles a shrill howl detonated, followed by the frenzied cry of thousands of Commenori as the One-Nine rose over the Trenches, flooding out across the scarred ground. Supported by Heavy Repeating Weapons, the Battlefield suddenly glittered and gleamed from the lambent spears of Blaster projectiles; as the wave of flesh rushed forward towards death or glory.

***​

"Legate, " Belphaegor spoke out at the end of [member="Matsu Xiangu"]'s Briefing, retreating towards the rear of the structure for several moments almost no sooner than a breath after the word emerged.

If he had seemed rather distant during the preamble of their Mission, it had not been for a lack of focus - rather, a sort of aching concern. The men and women of the 275th were individuals he had grown quite fond of after the Boarding of the Acerbitas. A number of whom may even find themselves folded in with Section 13 some time in the near future. An elite Special Actions Group trained specifically for the sorts of tasks the Saaraishash conducted routinely.

Under his Master's instruction, with her Droid [member="Six-O"] - whom she intermittently cited was Belphaegor's Father, but that was beside the point - and a number of the Machines unsavory Contacts; which ranged from individuals like Grymm Jaegir, the Leader of the Ubesian Paramilitary Death Squad known as the Pra'kt'orai, the very individuals that had been largely responsible for the Destabilization of the planet Roxuli during the time of the One Sith Empire. To rogue Intelligence Operatives like Dreadwind, a woman that had served both in OSI, and the SIS. As well as Xerrzyk the Ghastly, a Klatooinian Slaver out of Hutt Space, renown for his ability to train even the most hopeless waste of sinew in to fierce Guerrilla Combatant's.

While she had not yet, and may not be tapped, Belphaegor even knew the name [member="Enyo Typhos"] - he'd seen it on one of the vast list of potential sources for further instruction to evolve S13. Something about the Droid regarding her penchant administering violence upon Organic Flesh in a strangely fond sort of sentiment.

When the pale Maenan returned, in his arms a number of dark hooded cloaks rest folded; large enough to shelter the glint of that gilded Armor - but not hinder [member="Khonsu Amon"] or his legendary warriors when the time for sneaking was over, and the time for action was upon them. "I saw you on the Sands of the great Tournament some time ago, " he said slowly, glancing back towards the glow of the Battle Map once more.

His sense of worry stemming, more than all, from the fact that Zymus Velimir; the individual he had been sent from Maena with - by Matsu - when he was but a small child to Sith Space. His closest companion and most trusted abettor, was also in the Western Trenches, for now he'd have to trust the Aerial aid [member="Sebastian Thel"] unleashed would be enough. They had a Mission to complete - his ill will towards the way Matsu had betrayed him and his concern for the fate of figures outside of his control would need to be shunned.

He was an Inquisitor after all, and the Empire had to be his first concern.

"Regardless of the finish, you were exceedingly impressive. " He concluded, turning an amber gaze towards the Legate's ebony features.

[member="Heca Foliou"]​

 

[Vallory]

Location: Tunnel
Allies: [member="Ithnan Cryo"]
Enemies: [member="Darben Skirae"] [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"]

Vallory did not listen in on the conversation. Instead, she took deep breaths. Deactivated saber in her hands, fear had taken hold over her. She looked up to a fellow Sith. "I just needed a break...just to catch up my breath." Vallory was feeling fearful, yet she was trying to keep it hidden despite her emotions basically flowing off her like a cloud. War just was no place for her here. Yet here she was, willing to prove herself. "I'll...I'll be up soon and ready." She didn't want to, though. Half of her, she just wanted to stay here. Wait it all out. She sighed, holding a hand to her face.

Not till the sergeant gave an order did she stand up. She began to move with them, till something she felt made her pause. "Wait...wait there is...do you feel that?" she asked to the other Sith. Something down the tunnel. She held her saber in hand in case.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0VcqJaNuH7w​

Sith-Imperial Courer[/URL], in the skies above Chasin City
Objective: Extra Credit Bonus Round
Equipment: SI-TIE/D Automated Starfighter (x9 total)
Engaging: [member="Marina DeVoe"]

"Active telemetry on-line."

There was a sharp hiss of compressed gas, as the young Cathar popped the cap on a can of Fizzyglug. The announcement from the Polydroxol promoted the boy to use his free hand to call up the feed from the two TIE fighters that had been dispatched to investigate the fast moving object.

Taking a swig of the sweet carbonated beverage, the youngling passed the soft drink over for the Zabrak to share. Now with both hands free, Micah started pulling up the data.

There was plenty of information on the screen. It was just a type of ship that he'd never seen in the Sith Empire before. Cocking his head to one side, the kitten's ears seemed to flip forward as he read aloud, "It's a... Loronar..?" Was he saying that right?

Immediately, the Zabrak burst into a fit of juvenile giggling. Which caused Micah to start giggling as well. "What's a Loronar?" Jorah asked flippantly.

Pouncing from out of his seat, the Cathar landed on top of the Zabrak and pushed him over. "You're a Loronar," the youngling declared.

The Zabrak shoved the Cathar off of him. "You're Loronar to infinity and..." the youngling tossed back, as he flip around to fart in Micah's general direction, which only caused both of them to start giggling again as they pushed and pawed at one another.

"Identification friend or foe registers as Alderaan."

"Alderaan!?"
"Alderaan!?"

They were dealing with royalty! Or, well, royal pain in Sith behinds, anyway.

Scrambling out from underneath Jorah, Micah resumed his seat, took a deep breath, and declared, "Serious Sith time!" Because being Sith was serious business.

Looking over the tactical board, the kitten's amber catseyes assessed where their nine starfighters were deployed at present. "Jorah, bring your fighters up one-seven-three mark four," the Cathar said, as he started to make a few notations on his board. "Blink, come up from behind le royale house d'Alderaan and see if you can push them in a north-by-northwest heading."

The Zabrak looked up as he started scooting back into position. "Aren't we 'sposed to be waiting for the shield to come down?"

"The shield is still up," Micah answered with a shrug. "And Alderaan points should totally be extra credit."

As the two droid starfighters started approaching the Alderaan ship, red blaster bolts sailed toward the ship.

 

[Koda Fett]

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An Inherit Predisposition​

The Bounty Hunter waded through the holographic projection of Commenor. The planet on fire, falling to the vices of the Sith Empire and their might. It was truly a spectacle, but one Fett had witnessed time and time again. There was nothing new here, even if those on Commenor were unaware of this very concept; the feeling of dread as an armada rests ahead, deploying it's endless wave of soldiers to the battlefield below. Commenor had already lost, and now they delayed an inevitable outcome for no truthful reason. It may very well be their pride that enables them to still stand, but it is of no use to the dead. Their names may be remembered, forged into their history, but to those that conquered and inflict their own rule those that had died were merely numbers to be etched onto a tally.

There were a plethora of moments in which Fett believed himself full of the right words to say in retort to Arenais, but these thoughts fell on nothing but his own mind. It was the innocents that die in these wars, regardless of the actions taken, or so he believed. Whilst one may feel sorry for the necessary tragedy required for domination, it was an inescapable truth. The blame may fall upon the Sith for their provocation, but perhaps it was the Commenor Systems Alliance that enabled such destruction through their retaliation. It wasn't a topic the Mandalorian Exile was willing to discuss, if any topics at all. He had been paid for a job, and it was here and now. Despite the disinterest he had in standing here, he was patient.

​Commenor had no real interest to the Bounty Hunter. No heated disgust was felt towards their royalty, even after capturing them both on separate occasions. There was no bigotry towards their race. It was only ever another job, but with a select key few individuals planet-side, it was certain to peak his interest. Forever on the hunt for a new bounty to collect.

It was in his nature.

[member="Darth Carnifex"] - [member="Veiere Arenais"] - [member="Ronan Vizsla"] - [member="Vilaz Munin"] - [member="Atlas Kane"]

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Belphaegor"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Yuroic Xeraic"], [member="Heca Foliou"], [member="Khonsu Amon"], [member="Sebastian Thel"]


The pair met again. Their encounters tended to be brief, but meaningful. Matsu had been one of those to help Enyo on her way. For her own reasons no doubt, but then they were both sharks, so it was par for the course. The first time Matsu Xiangu and Enyo had crossed paths had been during Velok the Younger's strategising session. Both had ventured to Korriban as part of the Sith Order's successful Campaign to wrest control over most of the Stygian Caldera from the weak, fragile grip of the Silver Jedi Order. So much had been different back then.


Enyo had been in the shadow of her famous, far more accomplished template. She had been naive and uncertain of herself. A puppet that could not see the strings pulling it. She had also still had a body made of flesh and blood. Then a rogue Silver Jedi commander had bombed Korriban City. Enyo's body had been broken in the inferno. She'd almost died. But she'd fought to survive.


She had been reborn on that day. Everything that transpired since then ultimately led back to that fateful day that changed everything. Her two reconstructions, her brainwashing, her violation at the hands of her Creators and, ultimately, her successful rebellion. In a twisted, perverse sort of way, she had reason to be grateful. For if she had not been born in anew in hellfire, she might never have broken her chains.


"Acceptable," she said in response to the Dark Lady's plan. Her tone was bland...emotionless. She could sound human if she wanted to do. Indeed, she could imitate any known voice was. But Matsu knew what she was, so why pretend to be anything else? The other individuals in the room got a curt nod. As if on cue, a tiny wasp suddenly appeared seemingly out of nowhere, resting upon Matsu's shoulder. Up close it would become apparent that it was a droid. "I will assign some of these to you. They will be useful for recon and stealthy attacks," she explained matter-of-factly. As the footage showed, the western trench had come under heavy assault.


"Warlord," Mönchkbat, a tall Kraal clad in heavy plate armour and carrying a vibro-halberd, his stance and the feral gleam in his eyes conveying eagerness, hissed in heavily accented Basic, "let the Kraal be the tip of the sword and conquer in your name. We shall cleave through these humans and erect monuments of skulls."

By contrast, Enyo was impassive. The lizardman got a curt nod. "Inform the Chieftain the Sandstriders will close the gap. I shall take the Eisenkrieger and the HRDs. We shall smash the Commenori hammer and anvil. If any of our allies flinch or run, shoot them. No prisoners until the battle is over." Captives would be...upgraded.

"By your command, Warlord," the lizardman saluted in the traditional style of his people. The Kraal excelled at vicious, close quarter fighting. They also regarded the bloody business of warfare as glorious. To them, retreat or cowardice meant bringing dishonour on themselves and their clan, and that was worse than death.

There was no verbal communication between her and the HRD commander in her entourage. Just a look. But that was all what was needed. Seed the battlefield with wasps. Set up emplacements and mortars. Get the hounds ready for deployment. The cyber mastiffs would be ideal for ambushing hostiles. Meanwhile Archangel was bringing up its own artillery. Their barrages would be synchronised with those conducted by the Sith. Right now the priority would be to strike at the Commenori guns that had been shelling the western trenches.


As she turned and left the command centre, intending to head towards the source of the fighting Enyo was certain she felt a familiar presence. One she had not perceived since Mirial. Interesting. She had wondered how the Jedi had fared ever since she'd inflicted vicious injuries on him. She slipped on her helmet and her Phrik armour sealed up.

 

[Ithnan Cryo]

Location: Underground tunnel system
Enemies: Darben http://starwarsrp.net/user/12380-darben-skirae/Skiraehttp://starwarsrp.net/user/12380-darben-skirae/ , Stardust Australis http://starwarsrp.net/user/2709-stardust-australis-skirae/Skirae
Allies: [member="Vallory"], TSE and Allies

Ithnan paused at the girl's words as the lift lowered and he focused in on what she was feeling...Jedi. A strong presence in the force was building up as the metal lift creak and scraped its way into a fairly lit tunnel section. His hand instinctively went for his lightsaber as the lift came to a screeching halt. "There are enemies approaching us at a rather quick pace," he said to the other Sith who strangely had fear in their heart. Wasnt this something they beat out of people in the academy. It was hard to hide fear from those who read your every emotion like a book. Whoever this Sith was his stock in her was dropping by the minute.

"You heard him. Proceed with extreme caution from here on out." The sergeant took the front, raising his gun. The rest of the troopers looked at each other before mimicking him and advancing deeper into the rank-smelling cave. Dust filled the air as the shelling above shook all levels of the system leaving particles to fly with no escape to the open surface. Silently ignoring everyone for a few minutes and only focusing on the presence ahead he finally spoke again to the Sith.

"Be ready, I am not sure of their numbers. If we can make it to an exit we should be capable enough to hit the generators. But first-" He stopped to take stock of the path ahead and any out of place sounds of movement. "First we must deal with whoever that is." He assumed she would know who he was referring to exactly as the fodder the CSA called soldiers had so far been less than spectacular in instilling any kind of fear in him.

If the numbers favored them they had far better chances than if the Jedi was accompanied by an even larger force. Next, he also had to worry about the skill of the Jedi themselves. A route like this would be good for smuggling noble past the battle lines and possibly off-world. It would be a great stroke of luck if it was someone of note as a high-class prisoner was a rather grand prize.

"Whatever comes opposite from us we'll light the hell up." A nameless trooper spoke,
"Of course." Another agreed.

 

[Rook Lokar]

It seemed as if a few Sith had broken few the shield, entering the palace with their attempt to cause all the mayhem and destruction they can. If Rook had anything to say about it, he wouldn't say anything at all. Their quarrel was with the Commenori Royalty, and certainly not himself. If anything, he appeared to be a civilian with a blaster on his hip. In fairness, he somewhat was. A glance outwards had him bear witness to the shield that protected them, fearing the untold destruction that the Behemoth ​was capable of committing. It was certainly a beautiful a ship armed all over. Yet, with that beauty came fear, and anger. A thunderous applause of it's batteries, no doubt.

Rook paced back and forth within the room, lost in a sense of thought as to how he may escape this scenario if Ayessa took too long to show up. "I know, I know." He replied to the talkative, R2 unit. "There are Sith up the street." He further explained, "Look out the window..." Rook stated once more, met by a series of electronic chirping, "Oh, right. Too short." A smirk creasing across his lips as a low whistle escaped the Droid. Even in these dire situations could he mock C4 for things that were entirely out of his control. Suppose that was their relationship, or so it was becoming.

​At the sound of his communicator sounding off once more, he rushed it to his mouth. "Might be best I come to you." His body positioned in such a way he could observe the Sith at the Palace, or as they faded inside. His eyes cast itself upon the device, searching the location for other communicator connected to this one. "Let's go." He mumbled, waving for the Droid to accompany him. A glance made it out to the street, looking both ways, and then scampering off in Ayessa's direction.

[member="Ayessa Kroan"]

 

[Mereel Vaun]

Objective: Fight
Equipment: Armor & Weapon Links in Sig
Allies: CSA Soldiers
Enemies: [member="Tehkyram"] | Sith Imperial Legion Troopers
--

All things considered, the soldier's death had been quick. It was certainly a less painful way to go than most who would die on either side of the conflict, or at least that was what Mereel's belief. It was a sick thought, but it was enough to keep his anger in check upon witnessing the sickening sight.

As the massive Karkarodon began his charge towards him from behind, Mereel closed his eyes and slowed his breathing. The fear of the CSA soldiers beside him, the anger to avenge those who had fallen, the desperation to survive on both sides, it all washed over him in the force before he cleared his mind.

Before turning, he not-so-gently force pushed the CSA soldiers who had previously flanked him on either side in an attempt to spare them the fate that befell their comrade. His thumb hit the ignition button on the hilt of his lightsaber, and the pale blue blade sprang to life with a hiss.

As he turned to face his foe, his mouth moved as if possessed by a mind of its own, "You're spry too - "

The Sith had moved in quicker than expected, and as a result he was forced to skip the pleasantry of falling into an opening stance. Before he had even finished his turn and planted his feet for the imminent impact, he swung his lightsaber up in a wide diagonal sweep.

He caught the behemoth's blade in a saber lock before it could come into contact with the top of his helmet. The muscles in his arms tensed as they willed his saber to maintain the lock, and his voice channeled a grunt as his boots fought for purchase in the scorched earth, "that's good, I was worried this was going to be too easy."

 

[Macharius Solaire]

The words of the captured Jedi King rang with both a truth, and a hollowness of power. He couldn't do anything against the Empire. Only the survivors of this battle and those not present would likely do anything to retaliate in the future. How much of a threat they could be would be seen he supposed. The CSA had had it's back broken today though. Nothing could change that. So what would they do to continue the war, and why? The reasons after all were the key to understanding. Veiere had certainly critiqued his curiosity with his last outburst.

Our kind.

Macharius stepped across the platform towards the bound Jedi. It did not take many steps. The old man squatted down in front of him. The combat armor weighing him down and stressing out his knees and ankles. Glowing orage optics stared burning into those of Veiere. Traitor to traitor. "Veiere, when you referred to our kind and waging war. Are you referring to our societies, or the fact that the both of you are Force Users. Jedi and Sith? I know you probably don't want to speak to me. What you said though has raised some questions. Questions I'd like answered and to understand them and this conflict. So which is it, Forcers or societies?"

[member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Caedyn Arenais"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Ronan Vizsla"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]​